Post-match Activities

"Heejin! You're not supposed to be here!"

"What, no one else is here."

"What if someone was, you can't just barge into the dressing room!"

"Oh please, you say that like jocks and cheerleaders don't hook up in here."

"You really want to do this right now?" Heejin turns to lock the door. You pray your teammates don't come back just yet.

You are instantly on Heejin, pushing her to the wall.

"There you go, don't be such a scaredy cat." She taunts, and you make sure she will never think that again, pulling her top down roughly. Her petite chest looked generous in the moment, and you lean in, leaving small love marks across her tits—at least she'll be able to cover them up later. Heejin's gasping for breath, but there's no time to slow down, another tug and her panties are on the floor. Her hands drift to her skirt, but you quickly push them away.

"No, I'm going to fuck you just like this."

Your own shorts and boxers join her underwear on the floor, but you keep a grip on her skirt, reaching up and grabbing her top at the same time. The entirety of Heejin's cheerleader outfit is bunched in your hands, her fit body on full display for anyone to look at. But no, you're the only lucky guy who gets to see this, and you lift her slightly against the wall as you take aim.

"Nngh..." Heejin covers her mouth, trying to muffle a deep moan when you push her into and up the dressing room wall. Her legs wrap around your hips, hands grabbing your shoulders to try and hang on. "Fuck, so deep, I swear you're bigger after a game."

"That's why you always come by after a game, isn't it?"

"Mmm, yes! Yes!" Heejin answers your question inadvertently, her pleasured whispers the perfect madlib.

"I think you're just fucking tight after a routine." You groan into her ear, driving yourself deep into your favorite cheerleader. Pheromones and endorphins flow through the two of you as you take Heejin with quick and hard pumps—you needed to finish this quickly after all.

You just had to wait for Heejin.

"Oh my god, fuck me fuck me fuck me!" She cries out, her nails digging into the back of your neck. You bury your face in her neck and bite just a little harshly, and Heejin's leg wrap on your hips gets instantly tighter.

As does her pussy.

"Ah fuck..." Her short breathless cry is one of the things you love about her, and as she pulls you deeper you follow her over, reaching a high that no mere game can match. You do what every guy in the stadium that watches Heejin wants to do—leave her completely filled with cum, no doubt staining her panties below with overflow. You continue to grind into her as you come down, keeping her pressed against the wall until you are truly spent.

"P-Put me down."

"Not yet." Heejin blushes and whines as you put a few more thrusts into her for good measure before finally letting her down onto shaky legs.

"Damn it, you ruined my outfit." Heejin complains as she tugs her top back over her chest—her top and skirt are completely wrinkled, and there's no hiding the hickey you left on her neck.

"Serves you right for coming in here." You throw her your towel. "Clean up."

"Ew I'm not using your dirty towel."

"It's clean, I knew you'd come here."

"You did? Aww!" Heejin pauses for a moment as she cleans up and puts on her panties. "Or maybe not 'aww', you were looking forward to it weren't you? That's why you had the towel!"

"Like you didn’t know this would happen." Heejin merely smirks as she pulls out a wrinkled bandage from a hidden pocket and slaps it on her neck.